Private islands, beaches.

The sea beat against the coast in succession, making loud sounds, mingled with the occasional calls of seagulls, sponges, a kind of unspeakable pleasure.

But Mu Xiaoqi could not feel any comfort at the moment. She stood alone on that black reef, full of thoughts.

What happened that night, Wu Ma did not say at last, but vaguely said that she believed that the young master would tell her personally in the future.

The two men sighed for a while, and she then tentatively asked, "Mama Wu, do you think it's going to take this mask for a lifetime to live at night?"

Wu Ma sighed at...